I am sharing this on my blog post- election as I think it is absolutely beautiful and something to meditate on. Thank you Elli.
Far from the noise and the rush-dash-haste,
And the suits, and the boots, and the greyness and waste,
Far from the concrete, the right-angled walls,
The slickness, the brickness, as hope fades and falls,
Far from the hollow of thrusting ambition,
Far from the rubble of lost opposition,
Far from exhaust, and from smog-clogged-up sorrow,
There stands a small place that is known as tomorrow;
A very small place where the wind is still blowing,
And there, in the air, a flower is growing.